Since it was always a mess to get through the airport, we had to leave the house at four just to make sure we got there in time.Blaine was supposed to be at the house by three, and with him always being early I expected him there at quarter till. By the time three o’clock rolled around, he still wasn't there. I didn't call him the night before and he didn't call me.Three fifteen hit and Aunt Dee was getting nervous. But I still sat there on the porch swing, waiting for his truck to pull in the driveway, and for everything to be all better. I thought it would be like that night after the Fourth of July. He would just show up at my door, kiss me, and make everything all right. But this time it didn't happen.At four fifteen Aunt Dee told me we couldn't wait anymore. She assured me that maybe he was planning on meeting us at the airport, and he overslept or something. She said I should try calling him again, but I still couldn't bear to do it. I didn't even want to hear his voice on his voicemail, so I sent one single text. Leaving.
